Chapter Twelve
Hannah
I probably stank like puppy breath, but when Moose rolled me on my back, I had no other plans for the day besides finishing what we started in my bed that morning.
I wasn’t an aggressive person. Nice is the word I would usually use to describe any of my dating interactions. Lovely kisses and sweet love making.
I didn’t want that with Moose.
Well, not only that.
Especially not right now while I was laying on the ground with my life being threatened.
I hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down so I could meet his lips with an open mouthed, wet kiss.
Moose moaned his approval, his tongue snaking into my mouth. Despite Rust Valley being close by the rescue, we were still isolated. Trees surrounded the yard, spreading shadows that would keep the dogs cool on hot days. Today it acted as a privacy shield for Moose and I’s first time together.
Moose was hot. I’d had an instant attraction to him when I’d first seen him, staring down at Peaches.
I’d wanted to get a closer look at all that ink.
Feel all the strong muscle under my palms, map every scar and mark on his skin.
But more than that, I was falling for him.
Maybe not love, but a hell of a lot more than a passing crush.
Every new thing he revealed was better than the last. And feeling like he had my back, like no matter what life threw at me he could be the kind of partner to help solve the problems and weather the storm?
It had me giddy with possibilities for the future.
The long term future? Who knew, but the immediate future involved him wearing one hell of a lot less clothes.
“You gonna let me fuck you out her in the open, Doc? Let me pin you to the dirt and make you come?”
Dang.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Let me make it a little classier for ya “ He pulled his leather jacket off – his cut – and laid it on the ground. I knew that for him to put it aside was a big deal. He made a flourishing motion with his hands and I laughed before moving to sit on the leather.
He leaned over me. I thought to kiss my neck but instead he whispered in my ear. “If you’re going to sit on my cut, I want you on it bare. I want my leather to smell like your pussy the next time I wear it.”
God, he was way too good at the dirty talk.
If any other man had said this to me, I would have been in my SUV and fleeing the scene before he even had his zipper undone.
For him though, with the way his words and his hands flowed over me bringing every nerve ending to life, I slipped my thumbs into the waist band of my scrubs and pushed them over my hips.
He drank in my bare legs greedily as I unhooked the rumpled fabric from around my ankles.
When his gaze returned to my face he raised an eyebrow. He was kneeling in the grass by my feet. Heavily worn jeans pulled taut across muscular thighs and an impressive bulge.
I gave him a coy smile and repeated the motion with my underwear.
“So compliant,” he murmured, spreading himself over top of me and bringing his mouth to the sensitive skin behind my ear.
His hands snaked under my top and found the paper thin fabric of my bra.
He’d found my kryptonite in bed, and seemed more than happy to use it to his full enjoyment. My full enjoyment, too.
I wanted to taste and explore every inch of him but as soon as his thumbs slid over my already peaked nipples, all I could do was lay under him like a starfish and feel.
I arched into his hands, unable to stay still even under the gentlest of touches. With the way he touched me, I barely needed more to get off, but I wanted more.
I wanted all of it.
Reluctantly, I pushed his hands away, unhooking my bra and sliding it out my sleeve.
He was still fully dressed. I was naked from the waist down and now free-boobing it under my scrub top.
The balance didn’t feel like it was in his favor, though.
His intense gaze was laser focused on getting me off and damn, that was a noble cause for my badassed biker.
With that in mind, I slid my top over my head and tossed it to the side, before laying back again.
Little bits of sun managed to find my skin through the trees and the heat felt almost as good as his touch.
His cut wasn’t big enough for my entire body and grass tickled at the backs of my shoulders and calves.
It was a symphony of sensations and we’d barely gotten started.
“Well, well, Doc. You are full of surprises,” he said, moving so he was leaning over me, his hands on either side of my head.
“Good surprises I hope?”
His eyes ran over my naked skin and he nodded, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. “Such a good surprise, I can’t decide where to start.”
I felt like a buffet laid out before him.
I was at his mercy but only because I wanted to be there. I had caught the attention of this complicated, protective man and now he was under my spell. I was giddy with the powerful feeling of it.
After looking his fill, he leaned down, swiping his tongue over one of my hipbones, making my body shiver and my nipples pebble.
He nipped my collarbone next, then the inside of my thigh.
“Arms above your head, baby. Stay still and I promise I’ll make you scream loud enough to get the dogs barking. Again.”
I did as I was told, resting my arms above my head in the grass, crossing my wrists in a sign of voluntary surrender.
He let a low growl from his throat and undid the button and fly of his jeans before leaning over me again. I was all but squirming with anticipation and closed my eyes to deepen the feeling.
I gasped when his tongue swiped my left nipple. I hadn’t seen it coming and not knowing when or how his next touch would come was a kind of pleasure I’d never experienced.
I let out another gasp when my right nipple was met with a sharp pinch before being soothed by his eager tongue. The hem of his t-shirt fell forward enough to tickle at my lower stomach as he flicked his tongue around before pulling the entire bud into his mouth.
God, his tongue was wicked.
He knew how to use it and was eager to do just that. The idea had me widening my thighs. The rough denim of his jeans abraded my sensitive skin for a moment before he pulled back.
Then I was met with the warm, wet sensation of his mouth between my legs. I groaned, bucking up towards his touch.
I opened my eyes to watch him work. He used one hand to part my folds as the other came up to tease my breast.
With callused fingers and a velvet tongue, he worked me over, his motions slow but getting faster, encouraged along with the incoherent animal noises I was making.
In no time, I was tumbling over the edge. Heat and pleasure sparking from my core and extending to my toes and fingertips.
The sensation went on and on. He didn’t pull away until the last aftershocks were leaving me.
He moved his hands to the waist of his jeans, and that pulled me out of my stupor.
I didn’t want to be only on the receiving end of our little backyard adventure.
I wanted to tease, and torture and drive him wild like he had me.
I caught his hands then sat up kissing him a few times before pulling away. “Your turn to lie on the cut.”
He flashed me a wolfish grin and kissed each of my nipples before tugging his shirt over his head by the collar and tossing it aside.
His jeans and boxers went next. For as unbothered as I felt about stripping down outside, he was a hundred times more confident.
With every piece of clothes he shed, I could see why.
As he lay out before me, I drank him in. I’d seen the ink on his arm and neck before. Beyond that he had a tattoo of the club’s logo on the side of one well muscled calf. A simple black outline of some kind of motorcycle with a design in the background.
He was covered in golden skin and defined muscles on his arms, thighs and abs. But once my eyes landed on his cock, they did not stray.
I wasn’t one to care too much about size, believing that old saying that it’s the motion of the ocean, not the size of the boat .
Not that he wasn’t above average in that department.
What caught my attention was just how eager he was for me.
He was leaking precum, veins popping, skin all but purple from the way it was straining towards me.
I wanted him to make the same sounds I had. Wanted him writhing and shameless under my touch. I leaned over and swiped my tongue from the root all the way to the tip.
His reaction was everything I’d hoped for.
Either he loved my touch as much as I did his or he hadn’t been laid in a long time.
Secretly, I hoped it was both. He was a good looking guy with motorcycle groupies.
Is that what they were called? Groupies.
Whatever. I could guarantee the man had options.
Yet here he was moaning with each pass of my tongue.
“Doc,” his voice was pained, so I put him out of his misery and stretched my lips around his crown and sucked him deep into my mouth.
It was his turn to buck his hips and a thrill shot through me that went from between my thighs straight to my straining nipples.
I felt around with my tongue until I found the little dimple under the head and flicked over it, reveling in the tremor that passed through his core.
He was solid and thick against my tongue and smelled of motor oil, sweat and man. I could have spent the whole day languidly teasing him, but there was more I wanted to do.
“Protection?” I asked, pulling off of him long enough to say the word then going back to having my fun.
“Wallet,” He gestured vaguely in the direction of his jeans and I scrambled away.
I found what we needed and handed it to him, watching raptly as he rolled the latex over his rigid length.
“You gonna ride me, Doc?” he asked after the condom was in place. “It would give me perfect access to these,” he reached out and stroked a thumb over one of my nipples and I shivered.
That sold the idea for me.
I moved so I was straddling his thighs, feeling the power of the body beneath mine.
His hands came to rest on my hips and I let him help guide me up and then down onto his length. “Jesus, fucking fuck, Hannah,” he said, his eyes rolling back into his head as my ass came to rest against him.
It had been awhile for me and Moose wasn’t a small guy. I had already come once and I was still so turned on I could burst. That helped to smooth things along without the need for additional lube.
A breeze blew by, causing a few strands of my ponytail to dance across my collarbones. I was outside, fully naked, riding a motorcycle club badass. If the people who had labeled me Little Miss Perfect in high school could see me now.
Moose took one of my breasts in each hand and started circling his thumbs over the peaks. My inner muscles clenched around his length at the first contact and we both groaned in tandem.
“So fucking responsive,” he praised.
With that encouragement, I started to move. Just a circling of my hips at first, but then adding a little up and down motion. It was a miracle I was even capable of that as his thumbs continued their torturous movements.
I let out a shaky moan. “I can’t believe it but I’m close, Moose.”
“Fuck,” he said. He sat up with me on his lap and clamped his mouth around one of my nipples, at the same time bringing one hand to my hip and guiding me up and down on his length with increasing speed.
My thighs burned, the grass dug into my knees and a shiver ran through me. Whether it was from the breeze or the man beneath me didn’t matter.
He bit down around my nipple and gave it a firm pull and that was it. I was soaring, mouth agape, head thrown back, movements stilted. Distantly, I was aware of Moose continuing to guide my hips over him and then he was coming, too.
A string of expletives left his mouth and every muscle in his body went tense. He made a few more jerky thrusts before going still.
As we both came down from the high, he pulled me down onto the ground next to him and pushed himself up on his arm so he was looking down at me. He pushed a lock of hair from my face. “You okay?”
I closed my eyes. “More than okay.”
He leaned down kissing first one nipple then the other. He stroked one with his tongue and I let out a small gasp.
“Fuck, these are fun,” he said. “I could just tease them all day and watch you come apart over and over.”
“A whole day is a long time,” I baited him.
“Really?” He tugged one causing me to gasp and arch again.
“Fine, fine. Once this is all over.” I groaned as he swiped his tongue over one and sucked it into his mouth again. “A whole day.”
He pulled back and I missed his heat. “Speaking of this whole situation. I can’t keep an eye out for danger if I’m distracted by your…” He trailed off then let out a growl. He grabbed me by my sides pulling my chest to his mouth and nuzzled his face between my breasts.
I let out a laugh as he laid me back down. “You were saying? Something about danger.”
His eyes were firmly fixed on my chest where my nipples were still perked up for attention.
He scratched at the back of his head. “I’m going to need you to put your bra back on or I might never finish my sentence.”